I once kicked a police officer in the shin when i was 8. It was a school trip and he was telling me if i wasn't a good girl i would end up in one of the cells. So i kicked him really hard! Some how being locked up appealed to me... It still does! :twisted:
I don't think I was really naughty, but I liked to live as close to the boundaries set by my parents, and like to slip over the line to see what happened. :twisted:
I think I have always been a little mischievous, might be why I am here. :rascal:
I took my library books back two days overdue once.
My soul feel cleansed for having finally admitted to that.
I was a cocky S.O.B when I was a child.... when I lived in america I was in the wrong crowd, and I honestly feel that if I got out when I did, I don't think I would be here.....
I had my "life changing" moment....
what moving 3,000 miles did for me was give me a chance to re-invent myself.... give me a chance to right some of the wrongs... gave me a chance to be the best person I could be...
Still working on it, but I don't think I have come out that badly...
God I was boy from hell I went from choirboy to the boy from hell,but 32 court appearences AND 2 custodial sentences later,my sense of adventure has you can be naughty and nice all at once,still like the handcuffs though xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I once gave my sister washing up liquid to drink and told her it was lemonade!!! She still reminds me of it to this day.
omg yes sooooooooooo naughty one example being my step dad brought home a large tray of easter eggs and i was told to leave well alone well i'm sorry but i just couldn't so i ate the lot but put all the foil back into the moulds so it looked as if they were all still there :twisted:
i just denied it tried to convince them that there must never of been choccie in um in the first place
needless to say i didn't get away with it :shock:
nooo, good boy me.
errm, well... a little breaking and entering, comercial premices though. I like to think I was testing thier security.
Maybe a fire or two. Though that was honing life-skills in preperation for the post-appocolyptic world... it was inevitable in those days.
old buildings, building sites and wasteland were the the playground. Imagination ruled.
Nobody got hurt and no-one died, so all good.
lp